Love in Another Life: My Gentle Tyrant

The emperor was wounded and everything became disturbed.

In a daze, only hurried footsteps were heard, and women screamed. In the chaos, she could still tell his voice.

Cold and angry, "to the papal palace. ”

Patriarchate, that prison is a place of torture.

She smiled softly and before falling into darkness, her consciousness was strangely clear: this time she could never live again.

Jomtien, Qin Fang Palace.

Furong embroidered the tent, blue silk spread the bed, Huafei's face drunk, obsessed with looking at the man's slender and firm body. The dragon pushed away his delicate body.

“Your Majesty? ”

“What did you drop for my soup?” The dragon did not lose sight of his eyes and wore a robe.

Hua Fei leaned down on her knees and panicked: “The concubine just wants the medicine to increase her sexuality. The concubine..."

“Minnie, just this once, okay?” The emperor chilled and shook his sleeves.

Keeping the man's back, Huafei bit his teeth, so strong medicine, he could bear not to touch her.

The cuckoo tucked in the straw bushes, the shoes dropped sometime, and the soles of the feet were frozen and cool, like stepping into the ice and snow. His heart burst with blood sputum. He couldn't get up or down. He covered his mouth and coughed for a while. Dark red flowed slowly down his finger seams.

In the early spring, the weather was still frosty, the dungeon was dark and cold. She only felt her head burning. She knew it must have been cold. She tried to pull the thin clothes together. Her hands suddenly fell again. She tried several times and couldn't lift them up again.

Suddenly, the grass shrugged gently and a giant mouse jumped out onto her wrist.

She laughed bitterly and she didn't even have the strength to get rid of the brunette.

How many rats are in prison, nor are they afraid of people, and that thing squeezed a glow of green in both eyes and tore the flesh off her wrist.

She just laughed, bit her teeth, and her consciousness started to blur.

In a trance, someone grabbed her feet and put them in her arms. She closed her eyes and her nose smelled of sandalwood.

“Cui Mai, Cui Mai.” She has a vague mouth. That's her close-knit little girl. She feared the cold. When it was cold, that little girl always helped her warm up, although she had warned Cui many times not to.

It's just that Cui is dead.

She wept and snuggled a little harder over there. "Cui Xiao, he's a bad guy. He kicked out the old people and killed them all. Today, he beat me. ”

Her chest was dull and painful, and her feet were itchy, and she couldn't help but grind her feet on top of each other.

In the air, past a slight sigh.

She was held in the arms of a man who placed her feet on her knees and scratched them gently for her.

“Why did the queen save me that day? Didn't I do his heart right when I died?” Bell teeth bleed from the bite of the lip, blending in with tears, and never releasing dullness and shallowness.

“Yes, he's a bad guy.” The man closed his hands, patted her back and softly comforted her.

The moonlight was cold, leaking a few threads from the small window at the top of the cell wall, hanging on a face with long, narrow eyes and clumped eyebrows.

“You're not dead, not because the queen wants to save you, because I can't. ”